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Ongoing7m
Last published Wed, Jul 21, 2021
I've had this account for a really long time and throughout it, I've created many stories while I was in different stages of my life. I don't expect anyone to genuinely read this since this will completely showcase my vulnerable side in a way I have never liked to admit. However, this is dedicated to my last relationship, one that means the most to me as of right now. In this book belongs all of my most precious thoughts, feelings, sadness, and growth that will arise from everything that I am currently feeling.
This relationship lasted for almost a year, but if you counted the beginning of the talking phase, I suppose it has been a little over a year now. Many things went well during this relationship, but many things also went wrong. In here, there will be moments of strength and moments of weakness; this will be my journal to help me in this journey.
I do not believe my ex will read this, but in case he ever does, here is a simple message for him: B., if you choose to read through this, I hope you understand all that will come with this. I can't ever thank you enough for how well you've always treated me and shown me pure, genuine love from the beginning. I understand why we broke up and why we weren't going to work out now. We rushed many things and we are both still young and immature, so maybe a relationship wasn't the best. Truthfully, I know deep down I will always love you and that I may be in love with you for a long time. However, I will always want what is best for you, and if that's not me right now, I have to respect that and grow from this. Maybe one day, if fate and the world naturally falls into place, we can revisit our love again if we both decide it's worth fighting for. I do have a small hope for it one day to occur, but I don't expect it, so please don't be mistaken this as a desperate love letter to bring you back right now and please don't make fun of this, which for the record, I don't think you will lol.
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